When my hubbys grandfather died, the whole funeral home, was filled with Sicilians, the old Sicilian ladies, would holler and scream whenever a new one came into the room...I guess its just an old Sicilian custom...
But the scarey part came outside of the funeral home...I was outside with my older boy, who was 3 at the time, and there were lots of mourners outside as well....
All of a sudden, a big, black, limo pulled up, and two big burly looking bodyguards jumped out...you could see their guns bulging underneath their suits...one bodyguard patrolled the street at one end, and the other bodyguard patrolled the street at the other end....then they gave the all clear signal, and a short, squat fat gent emerged from the limo....I had no idea who he was, but apparently most of the Sicilian mourners did, as they all backed up, and lowered their heads...
I asked my husband who that was, and he said it was his fathers, 'Godfather"...not Godfather as in the movie, but his godfather at his baptism in the Catholic church....I was so scared, I would not enter the funeral home until he left..
My husband said, that when his grandfather came over to America from Sicily in the 1920s, he lived in the Sicilian neighborhoods of Chicago, and knew many of the gansters, and Mafia guys...but he did not want his family to grow up and become like that, so the grandfather moved his family away from those neighborhoods and into an area where they would be free of that influence...
However, over the years, the old grandfather, altho not in crime himself, still maintained friendly relations with these people...And they understood his stand and respected it....and when he died, some of them showed their respect by attending his funeral...
I imagine you look quite chick, with orange blossoms in your hair...